"Head Spirit! What should we do? Please guide us, Head Spirit!" Amidst the buzzing discussions, a tribesman loudly asked Wang Han.
"Please guide us, Spirit Leader!" Following this tribesman's words, more and more tribesmen joined in, shouting to Wang Han. Finally, everyone stopped discussing and shouted to Wang Han in unison.
"We cannot escape this disaster; all we can do is face it." Upon hearing this, Wang Han declared loudly, "Today, I will teach you a new word: war!"
"War...!" With Wang Han's words, the tribe fell silent, listening intently to his speech, quietly repeating the unfamiliar word 'war.' They awaited Wang Han's explanation of war.
"War is a means by which large groups or nations use violence, attacks, and killings against each other. War is a disaster, the highest form of struggle, and also the last means of struggle. (This is just the meaning of war that the protagonist explains to the prehistoric human race.)" Wang Han said loudly, "Faced with this unavoidable disaster, we can only resist it in the form of war, to protect our homeland, our relatives, our people, and our future."
"War! War! War!" Upon hearing Wang Han's explanation of war, especially the last sentence about protecting their homeland, family, clan, and future, the tribespeople were immediately filled with righteous indignation and shouted in unison.
Looking at these excited clansmen, Wang Han was speechless once again. This should be a sad topic, and any expression should be anger, so why were they so excited?
After gesturing for silence again, Wang Han continued, "Rao, you must immediately send someone with our tribe's token to notify all the tribes to come here. Tell them that disaster is imminent, inform them of the situation, and tell them to bring food and weapons and come quickly. This war requires the mobilization of all human tribes. Especially the southern tribes, tell them to migrate from the south as soon as possible, quickly."
"Yes!" Rao replied immediately upon hearing Wang Han's order.
"Now, aside from those who are sent to notify the other tribes, those responsible for defense, the children, and the women who stay to care for the children, the rest of you, immediately go home, grab your weapons and stone axes, and bring food and dried meat. Come with me," Wang Han instructed again. He stepped down from the platform and headed towards the distant tribal gate.
"Yes, Chief!" the tribesmen gathered in the open space shouted excitedly, rushing back to their homes to grab weapons and provisions. An uninformed person seeing their enthusiastic and excited demeanor would surely be puzzled, for this did not look like they were going to defend their homeland; it was clearly an invasion.
'Sigh! Is it really right to teach them war now?' Although Wang Han didn't turn around, the commotion behind him told him what was happening, and he couldn't help but sigh. Because humans were born with a large amount of blood and soil left over from the war between the Lich King and the Witch King, they were born into a frenzy of infighting. Although it was later stopped, the violent and greedy nature still remained in their blood and bodies. Therefore, Wang Han had always been very cautious about the issue of war.
Wang Han wasn't afraid of them invading other races, but rather that one day they would lose control of this desire and ultimately fall into the abyss. It was precisely for this reason that Wang Han chose this time-consuming method of leading them step by step, and he even preserved almost everything forbidden to them. Otherwise, given the course of history, Wang Han had many ways to accelerate the process. Even with this disaster, Wang Han had a direct solution, but he chose not to do so.
Soon, some tribesmen went home to get their weapons and food and caught up with Wang Han, silently following behind him. More and more tribesmen arrived and joined the group following Wang Han, eventually forming a large and imposing procession that headed south with him.
Of the 7,000 people in the tribe, more than 4,000 followed Wang Han into battle, but in the end, less than 3,000 remained. Apart from those who defended the tribe, most of them were the old, weak, sick, or disabled.
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After traveling for about three days, Wang Han led his people to the mouth of a canyon between several mountains in the south. It was a very wide canyon, about a mile wide, two to three thousand meters high, and of unknown length. Both sides were sheer cliffs, extremely steep, and the rocks of the cliffs had been weathered over the years and were very loose, so that even mountain goats and monkeys could not climb them.
The mountains on both sides of the canyon are extremely dense, reaching heights of up to 10,000 meters, and stretching endlessly. If one didn't take the canyon route, crossing the mountains would take dozens of times longer, and bypassing the canyon would take a hundred times longer. This is a vital route that saves time.
"Dagu, immediately lead all the tribesmen to cut down all the large trees around here, dig up the stumps and dry them. Use the thickest trees to build a fence at the mouth of the canyon. Don't cut off branches thicker than a wrist; just sharpen them all. Make several fences. Dig traps in the canyon and bury the sharpened stakes in them. Remember, the traps must be deeper than three people (about five meters). Dig as many as you can. Also, leave a straight path in the middle, large enough for twenty people to pass through, so that the tribes retreating to the south can come over. In addition, send a group of people to collect as many vines as possible, regardless of thickness, the more the better." At the mouth of the canyon, Wang Han stopped and instructed a handsome tribesman named Dagu. Dagu was the most skilled builder in the tribe.
"Yes, Chief Spirit." Upon hearing this, the tribesman named Da Gu immediately responded loudly and turned to shout to the tribesmen, "Everyone, get moving! Cut down all the big trees around here and dig out the stumps. Send a group of people to find all the vines around here."
"Hah!" The tribespeople shouted in unison, encouraging each other, and immediately dispersed to begin their work.
"The tree is falling!" Soon, with a shout to warn those around, the first big tree crashed down.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" More and more large trees were felled. These primitive humans, due to their living environment and the world's hierarchy, already possessed considerable strength, and their power hadn't diminished as much as it had in later generations. Furthermore, Wang Han had taught them martial arts training and even body tempering to cope with the dangers of survival. Each of them possessed considerable strength. Even using stone tools to fell trees, with the combined efforts of several people, they quickly felled one large tree after another.
'It will take those demons about half a month to reach the area around Buzhou Mountain, and another twenty days to get here, so we'll have about thirty-five days to prepare.' Watching his clansmen working enthusiastically, Wang Han silently calculated the time in his mind.
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